Early 2000â˛s Internet Fandom Gothic
Someone has been leaving increasingly bizarre messages on your guestbook.
You get a favorite on one of your drawings featuring a characterâs death. You go to thank them, but have second thoughts when you see their page consists only of a bloated gallery of faves that are all about that one character dying.
Just who else is a sock puppet of that BNF?
Your favorite fansite still hasnât come back from hiatus. Rumors swirl on the forums of a different site that the webmistress died, the broken banner on her splash page her online epitaph.
You swear youâve read this songfic set to My Immortal before, but itâs the most recent submission. You couldnât have.Â
Your computer doesnât support Japanese characters but that doesnât stop you from trying to navigate your fandomâs doujin circles. You somehow stumble onto a page dedicated to lovingly-rendered anatomical dissections of every character.
Your favorite fanfiction is getting progressively weirder and more incoherent with every update. You hope the author is okay.
You get the feeling you shared this positive fanart of a female character with the wrong crowd.
Thereâs a new batch of icons posted on one of your LJ communities! None of them are loading. Everybody else is commenting on them; why are you the only one who canât see them?
You make a new friend on a forum, and you exchange AIM handles. After a few days of chatting, she begins to tell you about her experiences in something called âthe Astral Planeâ.
This video is taking an eternity to buffer.Â
DxHxR citrus, PWP, H/C, NC, CBT, WS, M/M, M/M/M, WAFF ^_^ WIP please R&R!!!
As you finally turn out the light and close your eyes to go to sleep, you swear you can hear it coming from outside: the dial-up noise.